|The hands, they were made to assist |
In supplying the features with grist.
There are only a few —
As a rule about two —
And are hitched to the end of the wrist.
A housewife called out with a frown
When surprised by some callers from town,
“In a minute or less
I’ll slip on a dress” —
But she slipped on the stairs and came down.
His mother-in-law leather lung
Got her youbg son-in-law sounstrung
That he pushed her unseen
In a chopping machine
And canned her and labelled her “Tongue”
There was a daft gardener of Leeds,
Who swallowed six packets of seeds.
In a month the poor ass
Was all covered with grass
And he could not sit down for weeds.